Do you stop for people who try to ask you for directions while you're running?

You should give them a break. Maybe they just want to engage the local village idiot in conversation. Can be quite entertaining for them.

Big Boom wrote:

Dumb tourists keep trying to ask me directions after I've already passed them.

I usually only get asked if i'm jogging fairly slowly, so i doubt interrupting a 8 mpm easy run for less than a minute is going to ruin your entire workout.

I say help them out. The guy above (while funny) is a bit off base. They ask me because I look like I know my stuff!

Yes, as a rule. Often I'm unable to help, sometimes I give them bad information that I don't realize until they've driven away, but sometimes I can get people back on track.

yes

seattleftw wrote:

Yes, as a rule. Often I'm unable to help, sometimes I give them bad information that I don't realize until they've driven away, but sometimes I can get people back on track.

I usually try to help and don't remember ever turning anyone down. I have had to let them know that I am not that familiar with the area and was unable to help. I was being honest.

And like the above poster, I have given directions only to later find out I gave the wrong directions. I felt bad about that.

No joke. I had a guy stop me last night (evening. dusk.) and ask me if I had seen a black man. I was like, "do you have a description of him?" He said, "No, but a black man just walked by our house and asked my wife for help. I've called the police and alerted them to the situation."

I told him I would "keep my eye out for him" and ran off.

When i got home and told me wife, she spit wine all over the carpet laughing. Then she said, "Actually, that isn't funny."

Running White Man wrote:

she spit wine all over the carpet laughing. Then she said, "Actually, that isn't funny."

Crap, did it ruin the carpet?

Mattthew wrote:

Crap, did it ruin the carpet?

Oh. Haha. No, it was a Blanc so it probably cleaned the carpet ;)

Running White Man wrote:

When i got home and told me wife...

Are you a leprechaun?

I bleed cream cheese wrote:

Running White Man wrote:

When i got home and told me wife...

Are you a leprechaun?

HAHAHAHAHAHA

Big Boom wrote:

Dumb tourists keep trying to ask me directions after I've already passed them.

Yes.

Yes. At some point in your life you might be in that situation (although less so with smart phones but Google Maps is not infallible).

Plus it is a courteous thing to do.

Not if they look rich. Think of it this way: would a lawyer give you free advice? My expertise is worth as much as theirs, so if they are willing to pay me $500 for directions, then I will oblige them. Otherwise, they can fvck off. Or, I could give them the wrong directions, as they get the value for what they spent.

I intentionally give incorrect directions. Some day people will learn to not talk to strangers.

Playing devil's advocate here, this is what happened:

A man is walking by a house and is shouting for help. Woman is inside, wants to help, but is nervous about coming out to help by herself, but wants to help the man if she can. So she goes to get her husband from the backyard to help the guy.

Reaching the front door, the man isn't there. Husband asks what he looked like and she says "I didn't get a good look at him, but he was black. He seemed like he really needed help."

Husband calls police to help look for man and sets off to see if he can find him in case he really was in need of help. Stumbles across runner, decides to ask him if he saw the man. Runner hasn't.

Runner assumes the man was racist and actually looking for the man not to help him, but to kick him out of his whitebread neighborhood. Runner goes home disgusted about the situation and tells his wife about it, who being an alcohol drinks so much that she is always taking a drink whenever runner tells a story, so she is constantly spitting it on the carpet. Luckily, due to her poor taste in wine, it doesn't stain the carpet, but actually cleans it due to the caustic nature of this swill.

Big Boom wrote:

Dumb tourists keep trying to ask me directions after I've already passed them.

Yes, but do you help them load their sofa into the moving van?

I bleed cream cheese wrote:

Running White Man wrote:

When i got home and told me wife...

Are you a leprechaun?

I think you might have made my week. Thank you. I spit yogurt all over my computer screen.

I like your post, and you could be right... but you weren't there. What I left out of the story is that the man was driving a pickup truck. In the back of the truck was a group of men with pitchforks and torches. One was wearing a Tricorne hat for some odd reason... and he had a hound and kept yelling, "release the hounds" in a British accent. The whole thing seemed really weird.

"Are you a leprechaun ?" That was classic.Thanks for the laugh.

Yes I try to help when asked.